Luyện nghe bài hát Murder, Murder, Murder

[Monoxide
I plan my escape.
Nothin on papes and live the without a trace.
I'm dead in her face.
But she see me Im unoticed.
I straight to her window for better focus.
Pokus!
I see the door serve light, I let in.
Head full of room plans of murder and mayhem.
There she go, that bitch lay.
on this earth to my dismay.
TO PAY!
Palms are im bout to vomit.
I grabbed the outta my belt and jab it in her stomach.
Again and again, now she's screamin I care.
But I could give a fuck less before she dies I her by her blood
hair.
And tell her gonna be allright on my end.
Im it happened this way, back in my daughters life again.
Aint it a
That it to this.
Life goes on except for one bitch.
it trip?

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Murder Murder Murder. You never of it.
in reverse. Bodies in the hurse.
Now lifes goin because we wanted you to die.
to kiss your ass goodbye!
ask why.

Maddrox]
It was December 24, 97.
Time on the 1:11.
Thinkin bout somebody to heaven.
On the of faith of a soul lies in my hands.
I suppose, know im wearin clothes.
on the sidestreet.
out the scenary.
Make sure aint nobody me.
As I to the trunk of the stolen car.
Up to the back with the crowbar.
So far the fullproof.
All the phone booth.
Got the machine.
on the scene.
Kick in the backdoor,
Lookin for the dog, thor!
Kicked him in jaw the workboots.
Knocked a couple loose.
Smacked him in the with my empty duce duce.
I smile!
Break his and watch him piss on kitchen tile.
Never liked him since the day he try to me foul.
Tried to bite me, stab a stake in his head.
So for that mans best friend.
Know Im all up in the in the bedroom masterbatin.
on the sheets and pillow cases.
Fuck that bitch, just a kunt.
And her nothin but a slut.
Cant wait to her mouth shut.
2:30 she returns from work.
blouse, tight shirt.
attire.
For hooker for hire.
Throw the keys on the table said are you home.
Didnt Bones.
alone.
And shes reachin for the telephone, to the police.
Strangled the cord, now deceased.
In a of a suffication.
fucked up for demonstration.
Let em till I im many faces.
Now dead in the closet.
Hangin out all the winter clothes.
In the struggle a bloody nose.
But im though.
As I to the bathroom to wash my hands.
Its all of the plan.
Dont you understand, SEE!

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